3.26.2009

3.25.2009

A few months ago I stumbled upon a blog called Doxiementary. It is about Franny, a smooth red doxie, and her life. She recently had a contest and I won! My prize is a package of Frontline Plus, which of course will come in very handy for Lulu. Here is Franny modeling the prize:

3.16.2009

I have tickets to hear Frank from the PostSecret site give a lecture at Duke University on Wednesday night. I'm totally excited. Tickets went on "sale" (they're free, although there was a $3 handling fee) at 10am this morning but I didn't remember until 1pm so I was sure I missed my chance. Thankfully, I did not.

3.15.2009

Do not ask how many hours of television I watched while doing this. Let me just put it this way. The DVR was 85% full, now it is only at 25% AND I watched a movie (Henry Poole Was Here) from Netflix, AND part of the Duke basketball game today (basketball is religion here, I figure I ought to see what all the fuss is about). All that was in between walking Lulu and going to church this morning too.

3.14.2009

My parents are driving up to visit me (and Lulu, of course) for Easter. One of the things we are going to do while they are here is go to a Durham Bulls baseball game. I didn't realize it when I was planning but that happens to be opening weekend as well. There will be fireworks. Awesome! I hope the weather cooperates. The seats aren't as good as I'd like but here's the view from the section we'll be sitting in:

I'm only posting this because I cleaned my toilet this morning. But those aren't my bubbles in there. No, that is what happens when my upstairs neighbor cleans hers. I'm pretty sure something isn't plumbed right but I've already complained to the management and they said everything is fine. Yeah right. That's why my toilet won't flush when the people upstairs do their laundry and that's why you can hear the toilet bubbling. Glub glub glub. Very freaky. Especially if the toilet is in use at the time. If you know what I mean and I think you do.

3.03.2009

Today. About the Bachelor. He's an ass. I do not buy his lame excuse that he wasn't allowed to "see" Melissa before the reunion show. He could have broken up with her over the phone. That sucks but it's better than on national television.

Also, he is a whiny whiny baby. Sensitive guys are nice but there is just way too much crying. Even _I_ don't cry that much! And I cried at the movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall this weekend.

And Melissa needs to shut about about being single at 25. That kind of sad woe is me talk does not need to start now. Her forehead doesn't even had wrinkles! Puleeeze. Get to therapy and fix yourself so you won't be a doormat. Plus, you should have kept the ring. Think how much you could have gotten on eBay for it!

3.01.2009

How much do I love PostSecret? A whole bunch. Every Sunday I can't wait to check the page for new post cards. There is always one that touches me. This morning it's this one that brings tears to my eyes. I don't know why.